[ Nebula watches as she folds her arms across her chest and leans her weight to one leg. Scrutiny worn clearly - but at least she seems too serious rather than outright annoyed. Like a kid playing with a gun they shouldn't be. ]
[ Her brow arches. ]
Why say sorry to me? [ The question is delivered severely and without waiting for an answer there's a wryness that lifts in her voice as she adds: ] Not my life you were playing around with.
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[ Her brow arches. ]
Why say sorry to me? [ The question is delivered severely and without waiting for an answer there's a wryness that lifts in her voice as she adds: ] Not my life you were playing around with.